Searching for Pinky

It was during turbulence while flying home from another doomed In Vitro Fertilization cycle, syringed needle in hand, pants crumpled around her ankles, her ass, bruised purple and yellow like a desert sunset, bouncing against the 747's bathroom wall, when Alexia realized - when contemplating motherhood, this was not what I had imagined. Alexia was pregnant with only hope for years, enduring failed IVF cycles, ill-fated domestic adoptions, and a misguided trip to Siberia before meeting a sickly b